Chapter 199 No Dao Fruits

Breaking the rules and extinguishing the Great Dao meant that there would be no more Dao Fruits in this world!

Then, Nuwa would be one of the only remaining Dao Fruits. Even if someone wanted Nuwa to take action, it would be completely useless. How could someone beneath the Dao Fruit realm dare to attack a Dao Fruit?

The gap between them and the Dao Fruit level might seem small, but it was actually a world apart, like mud and clouds. No matter how powerful someone was beneath the Dao Fruit level, they would never be a match for a Dao Fruit.

Only someone with an extremely profound foundation like Wei Yuan had a slight chance.

And Wei Yuan knew that the ultimate goal of Fuxi might not be to eliminate all Dao Fruits.

He would most likely lock down the upper limit of all living beings directly.

Locking it down to the point where even if all the strong individuals in the myriad realms joined forces, they wouldn't be able to shake Nuwa even slightly.

Only then could he be at ease.

Perhaps at that time, the limit of all living beings would ultimately be set by Fuxi to only reach the level of Land Immortals in the Daoist sect, or the ordinary mountain and water gods of the Great Wilderness and the Shanhaijing. Beyond that, there would be no path to take, only vast expanses of nothingness and fragmentation.

Everyone would think that ascending to immortality and achieving eternal life was the limit.

The gods who controlled the earth veins, water sources, and manipulated the power of heaven and earth would be seen as immeasurable peaks.

And above them, mythical concepts, layers of laws, and numerous Dao Fruits would all become distant legends.

Until the day even the legends were lost.

Fuxi would stand above, calmly and indifferently overlooking everything.

The clone was astonished.

The black-haired Daoist lowered his eyes, looking at the ripples in the cup, and didn't answer Fuxi's words.

The white-clad man simply smiled gently, as if the person who had just spoken about sealing the upper limit of the world and striking down all the strong individuals wasn't him. He held his wine glass and said casually, "Wei Yuan, would you like to come and help me?"

The black-haired Daoist smiled.

"If I say no..."

"...will you strike down my realm right now?"

Fuxi laughed loudly, "You're joking. I'm just a clone right now, just a paper doll. I'm not your opponent, how could I possibly strike down your realm?"

"But I am very curious to know, why do you refuse me?"

"Don't you want to ensure that Awa is safe enough? Don't you want to ensure the safety of the one you love?"

"If you and I join forces, the so-called heroes of this world will be nothing more than objects in our palms. They all have their own persistence, their own great aspirations and ideals, like flowers on a branch, but everywhere is covered in thorns. All I'm doing is smoothing out these thorns and splinters."

"I won't kill them; I can let them continue to live."

"Or, in your eyes, is power above everything else, more important than everything else?"

The white-clad youth asked with a smile.

The black-haired Daoist said peacefully, "What you hope for is the end of conflict."

"This, I naturally agree with."

"But if you think that the way to achieve the end of conflict is to cripple all living beings who can cause conflict, then I don't agree with such methods. We should formulate order to stop these chaotic disputes and maintain peace."

Fuxi laughed loudly, "Order?"

The golden vertical pupils coldly burned with flames:

"Whose order?"

"What I say is also my order..." The black-haired Daoist's voice was calm: "It is naturally the order of all living beings, not your tyranny."

Fuxi laughed: "You say I am a tyrant?"

He held his wine glass, stood up calmly, his black hair falling behind him, and said lightly:

"Perhaps you think that respecting the so-called will of all living beings is what you should do, or perhaps, you simply don't care about using your own power to stand above the masses. I really think we are very similar, because we were once the same. I once had such thoughts too."

"Never thinking of hegemony, nor intending to dominate with force."

"What does it matter to me whether the world is pure or turbid, or how all living beings fare? What's it got to do with me?"

"I only wish to wander through three thousand worlds with Awa, even when Awa created the human world, I wasn't willing, because you humans would become an anchor in Awa's heart, and would hinder my journey with her to different worlds."

"But I paid the price."

Fuxi indifferently stared at his nephew, who was once so similar to him.

He said lightly: "Tyranny? Open your eyes and look at this world. The one who holds a sharp weapon in his hand will naturally have murderous intentions; the one who stands in a high place will naturally indulge in lust; the one who can do what others cannot will naturally be arrogant and disdainful; the one who has extraordinary power will act recklessly."

"Morality is the shackle that the weak desire to bind the strong; freedom is the excuse that the strong use to trample on order. But if there is desire, there is something to seek, and those who seek can kill with a sword. Only when all living beings have no sword in their hands and no desires in their hearts can the world be at peace."

The white-clad youth drank the last cup of wine.

Looking at the black-haired Daoist in front of him.

It was like looking at himself six thousand years ago.

He smiled and said softly:

"I will make sure that all living beings have no sword in their hands, so there will be no killing; I will make sure that there are no extraordinary talents among all living beings, so there will be no arrogant sages and suffering mortals; I will make sure that all sages die, and only then will great thieves cease; I will make sure that all living beings have no desires, no pleasures, no indulgences, no fears, no struggles, and no killings. Every day they can have a full stomach and sleep peacefully, and their minds will be at ease."

"What is wrong with that?" The black-haired Daoist lowered his eyes and said calmly:

"I can believe you; I can even cooperate with you to abandon my realm and give up the Dao. Karma is nothing more than an external object to me; only the sword and myself matter, and I have no attachments."

"But there is one thing."

The black-haired Daoist looked up at Fuxi and said:

"Can you also strike down your and Nuwa's Dao Fruits?"

Like a thunderclap from a clear sky!

When these words were spoken, the entire mountaintop instantly became icy and cold, as if a heavy snow had descended upon the world, freezing everything, even the rolling sea of clouds, and stopping the winds from whistling. One could almost feel one's blood being frozen, feeling a cold and domineering force about to completely solidify everything.

That was killing intent.

Extreme killing intent.

The black-haired Daoist seemed completely unaware of that true killing intent.

Two strands of black hair fell beside his temples, drifting in the breeze. His eyes were calm, his face was serene, and he sat on the bluestone with a calm demeanor, looking at Fuxi, and said indifferently: "If not, then all living beings will fall into mediocrity, while you remain high above."

"...It is not an equal world, but merely a dictatorship where you alone are transcendent."

"All living beings have no sword in their hands, while you alone wield divine weapons. Everything is just a plaything in your hands. What do you say? If you can do it, I will help you."

The oppressive atmosphere was like being thousands of feet underwater.

One could feel a sense of madness.

That oppressive feeling made the scholar in green feel his scalp tingle.

Lunatics, the other one is also a lunatic!

He had reincarnated for five thousand years, experienced countless chaotic times, and witnessed the destruction of the world.

Could such a person, even if he appeared rational, really be a normal person?

On the surface, he was a normal person, but didn't he have a tumultuous storm raging in his heart?

He gave himself the answer in his heart.

Absolutely impossible.

The oppression and madness at this moment, and the surging killing intent under this oppressive atmosphere, made the clone feel a splitting headache. In such a scene, only his main body could stand here steadily.

And not only would he not feel panicked, but he could also get along peacefully with these two crazy guys?

He was just a clone, carrying a part of the main body's power and bearing a mission, nothing more. He was just a clone, he really couldn't do anything!

He didn't know anything.

Because he was just a pitiful, weak, and helpless clone!

Why did he have to sit here?!

Oh heavens, oh earth!

Why was this happening?! At this moment, Wei's thoughts suddenly froze.

It was as if a switch had been suddenly pressed, or perhaps a camera or a television playing some colorful ornaments had been suddenly paused. Everything in front of him, the swirling sea of clouds, the whistling wind in the sky, the leaves on the mountain, the specks of light falling on the ground through the gaps in the leaves...

Even the sound of Zhang Sanfeng teaching his young disciples to read in the Taoist temple on the mountainside...

Everything had stopped.

In his vision, only the black-haired Daoist and the white-clad youth remained, talking.

Stone table, stone stools.

There were three stone stools.

One of them was directly facing his direction. He could almost see the rugged traces of the rock, and the marks left by the years on the mountain stone.

Oh, there were three stools.

These seats made of bluestone were transformed by Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan had one seat, Fuxi had one, so there was a third guest? Oh, who was that last guest?

Thinking like this.

His consciousness suddenly solidified.

And then it shattered.

Like smashing a piece of colored glass, everything in front of him shattered.

What replaced it was everything that was more vivid, more brilliant, and more agile! Wei stopped thinking.

A new consciousness appeared in his mind.

There wasn't even a moment of hesitation or confusion on the face of the scholar in green. In that instant, he seemed to have experienced shattering and reorganization. The original body of the scholar in green dispersed and turned into clouds, and the clouds seemed to be shrouded in countless laws, as if constructing a portal.

It was somewhat similar to a modern door.

Creak--

He heard the sound of the lock core turning slightly.

The door of fate opened, and a scholar in green walked out.

A smile appeared on his face, his eyes were as bright as morning stars, his face was gentle, and he walked step by step to the stone table.

The corners of his mouth turned up little by little, revealing a gentle and bright smile that also hid madness:

"Yuanshi Tianzun, Primordial Yin and Yang."

"Nice to meet you."

"I am..."

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